The gray-haired girl obviously didn't reject him.

They just haven't become friends yet.

As long as they have more contact...

He believed that they would eventually become friends.

certainly……

Even if not...it doesn't matter.

Boys don't force things.

The gray-haired girl had already given him a lot of relief.

He was very happy.

At such a time, he met the gray-haired girl.

…

The gray-haired girl tilted her head.

It seems that the world in its eyes is distorted.

So it will also become crooked.

Only in this way can the crookedness be corrected.

…

"You want to be friends with me?"

The gray-haired girl finally spoke.

…

The boy couldn't help but feel slightly relieved.

Just ask the girl.

The girl never spoke.

Inexplicably, he felt that the pressure in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.

Even my breathing was a little short.

…

"Um."

The boy nodded seriously.

"If you don't mind..."

"I hope we can be friends."

The boy pursed his lips.

He actually said it?

The boys were surprised by their boldness.

The so-called person who is close to vermilion is red...

He was probably really influenced by the gray-haired girl.

or……

The oppression in school... He didn't care about it on the surface...

In fact, I am very eager to make new friends...

Old friends...

It remains to be seen whether they can come back.

and……

For former friends and classmates who have alienated themselves for no reason...

The boy's heart is not without grudges.

Of course, it is useless to say this now.

The truth is...

He is the left out one.

He means nothing to what other people think.

…

"Do you really want to be friends with me?"

The gray-haired girl's tone was incomprehensible.

The expression is incomprehensible.

The mist in the gray eyes seemed to be a little thicker.

…

The boy was a little confused.

He blinked in confusion.

But he reiterated his thoughts again.

"Yes."

"I want to be friends with you."

The boy looked sincere and a little shy.

The bright expression is like the early morning sunlight at this time, without any haze.

It has a clean and bright smell.

…

"I'm different from you."

…

The gray-haired girl stunned the boy.

She is...different from him?

What's the meaning?

Is it...that the girl doesn't want to be friends with him and rejects him?

The boy's eyes dimmed a bit because of this speculation.

He had been vaguely worried about this possibility before.

However, he had been holding on to hope until the gray-haired girl spoke.

He had never found making friends so difficult before.

Friends... don't they just happen naturally?

He said so...

Still rejected...

…

No matter how nice what I just said is, saying that I don’t care about the answer...

But after hearing the rejection, he still felt disappointed.

Even the corners of his eyes felt a little hot.

He...feels aggrieved.

I feel really wronged...

Ever since dad left home and never came back...

From the change in the attitude of the people around me...

His grievances piled up.

But there is no one to tell...

…

"I'm not human."

…

The air was stagnant for a few seconds.
To be continued...